Morning glory
Morning glory, what’s /
your story as August leaves? /
Frost whispers your name.
Category Archives: 2020
Haiku to you Thursday: “Morning Glory”
Monday morning writing joke: “Writer from Manhattan”
There once was a writer from Manhattan
Who wrote all his novels in Latin.
A dead language, he said,
Makes them appear well read.
But for his wallet it did nothing to fatten.
Filed under 2020, Monday morning writing joke
Monday morning writing joke: “Heaven can wait”
A dog, a doctor, and writer arrive outside heaven. The dog is let in because of its companionship. The doctor is let in because of her work saving lives. The writer is sent to purgatory to do another draft.
Filed under 2020, Monday morning writing joke
New words to live by: “Predestitweetalism”
Time, once again (it has been a couple of months), for New words to live by. This is a word or phrase not currently in use in the U.S. English lexicon, but might need to be considered. Other words, such as slug monkey, obsurd, crumpify, subsus, flib, congressed, tantrumony, and others, can be found by clicking on the tags below. Today’s New Word is created by taking two nouns and creating a new word. In this instance, the new word does not borrow from the names of the old words, but from their definitions. Without further waiting here is the new word: predestitweetalism.
OLD WORDS
predestination, n. the state of being or an act that is predestined, predetermined, or a foregone conclusion.
tweet, n. Digital Technology. the digital message posted on Twitter or more generally, any social media platform or website.
NEW WORD
predestitweetalism, n. knowing beforehand what the reaction is going to be a post, but posting it anyway. The predetermined reaction is usually a negative one, as is the case with most predestination theology or beliefs.
Used in a sentence: Noun. She knew the moment before she posted her updated what the reaction was going to be. Yet, her foreboding sense of predestitweetalism did not keep her from posting it.
Filed under 2020, new word, New words to live by
Haiku to you Thursday: “This Day”
This day
Part of the morning. /
Thoughts of another’s life. /
His moment or mine?
Haiku to you Thursday: “Drops”
Dew drops and rain drops /
And tears falling from my eyes /
Renewal and pain.
Filed under 2020, Haiku to You Thursday, Poetry by David E. Booker
Monday morning writing joke: “Writer of mystery”
The once was a writer of mystery /
Who had a sordid and checkered history. /
They say in another town /
She let her husband drown /
Because his reviews of her writing were blistery.
Monday morning writing joke: “Writer from Cancun”
There once a writer from Cancun
Who wrote about things way too soon.
It was all in future tense
And made very little sense.
Especially about the spaceman riding a bassoon.
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